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Originally Posted by
XanaSnape 
He looked to all the professors at the table, his face extremely somber. "No professor should take the task of going into that water lightly; in fact, Maximus, perhaps you could provide brooms so that we can fly in low over the waters and avoid contact with that water as much as possible while we attempt to contain it?"
"Of course, sir. I'll do my best to retrieve as much as I can," Vindictus replied and he began to work out a strategy in his mind.
All I need are two expert fliers with me . . . . Quote:
Originally Posted by
Waddles
"Brooms?" Lars mouthed the word to himself. Flying?! Lars Svensson paled slightly. Swimming in floodwaters he could endure. But flying? Professor Svensson would prefer almost anything to flying. But in their current state of emergency, he supposed he could give it a try. It was not as if he would be flying miles above the ground. And how hard could it be to stay on a broom, anyway? Nevermind that the last time Lars had tried to fly had been when he was a teenager, and he had nearly crashed into a tree. He would just try to not crash, that's all.
His eyes followed the direction in which Kazimeriz was speaking and they fell upon one of the new professors. That's when Vindictus saw the expression on the rookie's face and he rolled his eyes.
Why me? I swear he's getting back at me for some unknown reason. "Yes, brooms," he answered firmly and a little louder than he intended. "Meet me at the top of the stairs leading down to the Dungeons in five minutes and don't forget your wand."
He stood up and quickly strode out of the Great Hall in great strides. Time was of the essence.